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Crylon practices his magic and working stone

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

Of magic and worked stone

Postby Crylon Stonecraft on December 16th, 2018, 7:44 pm


15 Winter 518


Crylon let out a sigh, looking out the small window open on the side of the carriage.

He was an Isur, and by his nature was a thing of action. Making. Improving. Working. Such was his goals. Sitting and riding along in a caravan was not his idea of fun. However as the sun was getting lower in the sky he knew they would soon be coming to a stop. Which meant he would be able to get out and explore, gather up some things, or some other physical activity not possible in the confines of the carriage.

When they rolled to a stop and the caravan hands began their work of setting up camp, Crylon took the opportunity to get out and move about. Stretching his legs he cast about, leaving his things in the carriage where he slept and made his home on the move.

He was excited to see that they were passing through a small rocky outcropping, a small bit of stone breaking the ground and coming to a stop a few stories above him. It was the most stone he had seen in awhile, a nice break from the constant swamp, trees, and other such vegetation so common on their route.

For a moment Crylon thought back to Kalea, imagine it as the tiniest of said mountains hillocks, a small protuberance from the mass of stone for miles, but the illusion was soon broken as he turned his head even a few small degrees and saw the dirt and water and plants all about. Such could next exist in the mountains of Kalea, deep in the lands of the Isur.

However he did not want to go away empty handed, and an idea of something he could do the next day occurred to him as he walked closer. Running his right hand over the surface of the stone, Crylon closed his eyes and felt its smooth grace on his flesh. He focused on that sense, trying to block out all else, taking a breath and for a moment pushing away the sounds and cacophony of the humans in the caravan. Of the horses. The sounds of setting up camp and preparing their next meal...

For a few second he was calmed, meditating on such a visage of home, of running his hands across the stone of the mountains, of the walls of his families home and the Pitrius Citadel. Of the trading outposts where he had learned common.

But then there was the sound of a commotion nearby, and his eyes flicked open and were drawn back to the moment.

Making a decision, Crylon rubbed his left hand over the stone, feeling in the way that his black metallic or stone limb did. He could feel the stone in the same sense that one could feel a hand pressed against ones flesh through cloth, feeling the reaction and the pressure but not the actual source itself. Feeling with his Isurian arm, gifted by Izurdin, was similar to this.

With a jolt, he extended his fingers outward so that his hand lay flat, and then stabbed forward as if he was pressing his hands into a loaf of soft bread. Pulling his fingers back, he could look and see the indentation his finger had made in the stone. A finger hold. With that he pressed again, this time cupping his hand and pulling sideways, carving and pulling out a chunk of the stone slowly but surely as his fingers slipped inwards. It was like carving off layers of clay that lay still wet and springy to be shaped, but was much more difficult in that he could only use one hand.

After a few more chimes of this he had managed to get a small chunk of stone about half an inch thick but several feet wide mostly dislodged. Pinching off the end, Crylon came at it from the other side, running his fingers along underneath on the top and bottom until finally the piece of stone fell free all at once, more sliding out of the slot it had once filled than breaking off or falling once nothing connected it to the whole of the stone.

Using his left he pushed and molded the stone, bending it about and over itself to make it smaller. Shortening but thickening it. After a bit more of this he had a piece of the stone several inches thick and about a foot wide. A nice hefty bit of stone, but much more manageable. He was still working out what to do with the stone, but that was a issue for tomorrow within the tedium of the waiting caravan.

When he returned to his carriage Crylon let the bit of stone drop with a small thunk on the wood, a smile on his face as he pondered the possibilities of the next day.

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Of magic and worked stone

Postby Crylon Stonecraft on December 16th, 2018, 8:36 pm


16 Winter 518


Rising the next morning, Crylon woke to the feeling of the carriage rocking in motion. It was not the gentlest of rides crossing through the wilds, and so he was surprised he had slept as long as he had. The caravan tended to move as the sun began to rise, stopping and setting up camp before it fell and cast the world into darkness when it was not safe to travel. Or at least, not as safe, since traveling the wilds was never truly totally safe in truth.

He did however have a bit of excitement this day, his eyes moving back to the chunk of stone he had carved out with his left arm. Now left as a shapeless and rough block of stone, Crylon pictured in his minds eye many things he could do with it. Without any other stones anything he did would be rough, but still something was better than nothing and gave him the opportunity to work to improve himself and his skills and knowledge. A much better prospect than whiling away the time to travel doing nothing much at all.

One idea to come to mind was Glyphing. He had no paper, parchment, ink, paint, or anything to write with. But he supposed was not Glyphing simply any written method of capturing symbols and Glyphs? And was not carving into stone writing still? It was not what he had first been trained with, and would be more time consuming he supposed, but he had no other materials at hand and nothing but time to waste.

Grabbing up the heft of stone for a moment, Crylon felt at the weight and pressure in his grip. Then using his left hand to hold the mass of stone in place on the floor of the carriage, he gripped it with his left hand and peeled off a small chunk with his fingers. An oddly shaped glob of stone about a half inch thick and wide. Not quite square, but not quite rounded, some odd mishmash of shapes and features.

Once he had the piece to work with, Crylon crunched the stone in the palm of his hand, pressing and smashing it into a rough globe but more of one than before. However that he realized would not suit his purposes either, as he would need a flat surface to write on. Or at least, he felt it would be easier to do so on a flat surface with his lack of skill and know how with working stone and Glyphing.

Using the smooth wooden floor akin to a chopping board, and his own hand as a rolling pin, he pushed and spread the stone outward as a baker would work dough. At his first attempt he pushed to much, spreading the stone out to little more than a thin sheet that risked snapping. Folding the stone back over to a pile, he worked it again into a ball, before smashing it flat again. With more pressure, more carefully this time, he pressed it outward, careful to not make it so thin. After a few more tries he was left with a small piece of stone, of a rounded but squarish shape, about a quarter inch thick but an inch or so wide. A small but workable portion of stone presening a surface to glyph on.

“Thank you Izurdin, for your gift upon me. Let my hand you have given be guided by your vision into a true work that will bring glory to you. Let it be shaped as you see fit, as I myself seek to be shaped into a worthy form by you.”

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Of magic and worked stone

Postby Crylon Stonecraft on December 16th, 2018, 9:00 pm


After his short prayer in Isurian to Izurdin, Crylon felt that much closer in his work to Izurdin. The action of working the stone, of making something from the raw nothing the world offered, was in itself a show of worship to him. But sometimes words seemed fitting to expand upon this in a more specific prayer, giving and asking for nothing more than Izurdin's will to be done. The shaping hand, much as he was to the stone before him.

Looking down upon the bit of stone, Crylon considered what symbol to try to impress upon the stone his intent. A focus was clearly needed, for any kind of usage. Would one make it easier to work with Reimancy? He supposed, though besides trying it in producing res he had not made any focus before.

Still, he was left to decide what form the focus should take.

After a few chimes a thought occurred, which quickly formed into an idea. What better symbol than one he was familiar with? An anvil, or a simplified one at least made into a representative symbol to cut into the flesh of the stone.

The shape as seen from above seemed simplest, a rectangular square shape with a triangle of sorts poking out of the end. It was not quite a triangle, more of a tapered and long equivalent shape with more of a slope, the horn jutting out rounded for use in bending things. But it would he believed work well enough. Plus, he did not think his ability would allow rounded shapes, straight lines perhaps being a bit easier.

That left him with how. Pulling and pushing with his fingers had worked with the bigger mass, but finger detail would not be possible with those. Anything he attempted would be mushed and marred into uselessness.

After staring at his hand for a chime, the best tool occurred to him. Not his fingers, but his fingernails! Trying it out, Crylon used the index finger on his left hand, jutting out the single finger and jamming it into the ungiving stone. But to his left arm, gifted by Izurdin, it was as soft clay giving before the pressure of his unrelenting body.

A small indentation was left, marring the flattish surface of the stone. Pushing and prodding with his fingers, Crylon removed the mar, requiring him to turn the stone over several times till the required shape was gained, but eventually he was able to smash it down once more into the desired flat like shape.

More carefully now, Crylon worked in a fingernail, cutting in a line along the stone. He connect this to another at a right angle, and then two more after that, spacing them out however so that he was left with a serviceable rectangle. He then repeated the process, slowly deepening and widening the cut slightly each time, each motion pushing away and molding the stone backward into his desired form. Once a clean symbol of a square was visible, Crylon turned on to the horn.

Adding two more lines, cutting into the stone with his nail, he jutted them out from the rectangle he had made. He was just connecting the second line, deepening and widening it before he called himself done, when the carriage bounced on a particularly bad piece of terrain. His finger jerked downward, thrusting right throw the stone like a chisel punching through hot metal.

“Izurdins flooded forge!”

Consternation crossing his face for a moment, Crylon let out another sigh as he calmed from his moment of peak. He inhaled slowly, letting the annoyance leave on the exhale, before continuing with his task. Still, he had nearly been done, and now... Now he would need to start anew, as his finger had stabbed right through his attempted Glyph.

It was not until he moved the stone, preparing to wad it into another ball in his hand to start fresh when he realized he had done more than just ruin his ward. He had also punched a half inch hole in the wood of the carriage floor, as thick as his finger, the wood welling up around it as the material was pushed outward.

“Ah... Well that will require some fixing as well.”

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Postby Crylon Stonecraft on December 16th, 2018, 9:17 pm


Looking down at the divot he had made in the floor, Crylon let out another sigh. First things first, he needed to do his best to fix that.

Using his fingers as before, Crylon pushed about the material of the wood, a simple cut plank laid across to make the floor of the caravan. No particular skill or artistry had been used, nor had it been needed. It was simply a serviceable barrier to serve as the bottom, the place one stood upon.

With a bit of pushing and shoving of he wood, Crylon was able to remold the plank until it more or less resembled its old self. It was not quite smooth or uniform, not quite blending in with the surrounding level wood, but by anything but close inspection it would not be noticed. Or so he hoped. At least it did not stick upward, not leaving anything to be tripped on, nor was it a large divot which left a spot for something to fall in and bring notice that way. It would, he hoped, be assumed as some warp in the wood, and anyone who did see it would think nothing more of it.

If he had his tools he could have sanded it down to get it a bit more uniform, but with what he had such were his limits.

Turning back to the stone, Crylon looked at it closely. He had reshaped it into a ball, fresh to begin with.

But he did not think it would take as long to do the same as before, as each time he had repeated the action of the warding it had become that much more clear. Each time he had done it he had grasped the concept that much more, moving that much closer to understanding and action.

The hand motion was much more assured as Crylon flattened the stone, making it once more into the inch wide by roughly quarter inch thick rounded square.

Once he had a flat surface to work with, he began the rectangular shape of the anvil, cutting once more with his nails. One pass to make an outline, and some repeated moved to widen and deepen it. Then on to the next turn, and two more till he once more had a serviceable square.

This time he was more careful with the horn, not using so much pressure to avoid risking his earlier mistake when the caravan hit some rough ground.

A line, two, making a triangle when jutted off of the side of the rectangle.

And he was done. Left with a small focus stone of sorts, a tiny ward meant to help him focus his magic onto a certain spot. At least, to his mind. But then, to his mind was the important thing, since he was basically using the glyph to imprint his intent as the focus onto the stone by the cutting shape.

Letting out a deep breath, Crylon slowly pulled in another, holding his right palm over the stone and its cut focus. Closing his eyes he focused within, and pictured his misty res drifting outward from his palm.

Pictured the magic as he exuded the res, and it swirled about drawn outward from his body and to the focus. He let out a breath slowly, and pulled in another even slower to try to calm himself and his heart.

In. Out. On the exhale he opened his eyes, while at the same time pressing his will outward, willing himself outward from his body without moving his body itself.

A glisten. A glint. Slowly one mote of res formed, exuded from his flesh. Another. And another, until a small marble of the material floated over the focus he had cut into the stone, swirling about.

A smile on his face, Crylon let out a sigh of satifaction. It had been much faster that time, the exuding of the res, or so he felt. Slowly but surely, he was getting better. Slowly but surely, he was improving in his understanding of his own magic.

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Of magic and worked stone

Postby Orakan on February 24th, 2019, 2:17 am

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Skills
Bodybuilding - 2XP
Carpentry - 1XP
Carving - 3XP
Glyphing - 2XP
Logic - 1XP
Meditation - 3XP
Observation - 4XP
Planning - 2XP
Prayer - 1XP
Reimancy - 1XP
Scavenging - 1XP
Sculpting - 3XP

Lores
The comfort that comes from being near stone
Meditation: Blocking out reality by focusing on memories of home
Scavenging: Using your Isur arm to collect stone from rocky outcroppings
Sculpting: Molding the shape of raw stone with your Isur arm
Location: Sylira Wildlands
Travelling via caravan: Routines and dangers
Caravan travel can be a monotonous and boring thing
Glyphing: The art of drawing runes, symbols, sigils and pictures
Logic: Carving symbols into stone can be a form of Glyphing
Carving: Best done on a flatter surface
Bodybuilding: Using force to manipulate stone
Sculpting: Finding the right pressure when working stone
Glyphing: Picking the right symbol to use as a focus
Carving: Straight lines are easier to work into stone than curved ones
Carving: Using the fingernails of your Isur arm as a chisel to carve fine lines into stone
Glyphing: Carving a focus symbol into a stone
Carpentry: Using your Isur arm to reshape a piece of wood
Glyphing: A focus can serve to channel magic into a certain spot
Reimancy: Creating and controlling Res
Glyphing: Filling a focus with Res


Misc/Penalities/Loot
Congratulations! Crylon now has a small focus stone.

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Great lil thread, Crylon! It was nice to see him think outside the box and make do with what he had. There were a few skills that overlapped so do let me know if you'd like anything changed. Thanks for the read! Do let me know if you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade and don't forget to delete/edit your request in the grading queue.
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